[Written for the Sentinel]

Autumn Time

The melodies of Love resound todayO'er hill and vale and the maturing field;They tell old truths, e'en of glad beauty's sway,And herald loud the coming of the yield.

The children of the woods parade todayIn royal vestments and in dress divine,—Enduring tones of brown and tranquil gray,With deep greens dipped in richest crimson wine.

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